"Holy shit - you're a virgin?"

Rommie, sprawled on the bed, flushed crimson. "Yeah..."

Beka bent over and started planting kisses on the expense of tan skin bared between shirt and waistband, tongue flicking lightly at Rommie's navel as she pulled at her shirt.

"Don't worry - we can fix that."

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